Time Has No Memory

The Late Cretaceous is hotter than the other periods I’ve visited. My dossier says it’s because of all the volcanic activity. I can’t see any volcanoes from my campsite, which is on the shore of the prehistoric Pacific Ocean, but the air is thick, like a bad smog day in Los Angeles.I’m queasy from the jump. Time travel is like being shoved through a kaleidoscope made of light, sound, and terror. I’m told it’s so painful because it’s not just time travel. It’s also something like time fracturing. Whenever they send one of us back, it creates a new timeline, a new universe, separate and parallel to our own. I have no reason not to take the techs at their word. All I know is that I end up puking my guts out after each jump. Not exactly the best way to arrive in a world full of monsters.I ended up in a nice spot, beach-front property in what will be Fresno, California in sixty-six million years. The beach wasn’t empty when I arrived. I share it with a flock of giant birds that look like a…